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He frowned as he thought of the chief priest that came in his shrine to kill his companion.
What was going through the mind of the chief priest that had made him decline reasoning?
As the woman stopped singing and started a new song, he stopped thinking and walked back to the verandah. She was small, the soles of her upturned feet dirty and visible, scattered black hair floating around her face in a cloud. Her voice rose and fell, a solemn way to express her misery, and Osisiakalaka wept in his spirit as she explained in the song how her children were taken and murdered.